Sicko

“I’m sorry, big man,” I murmur roughly, taking out a rolled spliff from my pocket. “Did you ever find her?” By this point, I’m completely engrossed in this asshole’s love story gone wrong. Sounds like some modern-day twist on Romeo and Juliet.

His head tips back as a laugh rips from his throat. “Fuck no. Bitch would be locked in my room for days on end if I had.”

“And what if you do find her one day?” I ask the question that I’m sure he never wants to answer. “Do you know who you’d choose?”

His eyes come to mine, and for the first time since I’ve met Lion, the muscles in his face stiffen somberly. There’s not a hint of a smile. He is deafeningly dangerous in this moment. “Every fucking time.”

His hands wrap around my hair, tugging on it roughly as his lips find the connection between my neck and my shoulder. “You’re owed a fucking beating, Duchess.” I curl my lips between my teeth, pressing my ass into him as his thickness slides down the crack of my ass.

Reaching back until my fingers find the smooth skin of his dick, I wrap my fingers around his girth and tug languidly, resting my head on his chest.

His penetrating snicker rocks me as he buries his face into my hair. “Nuh uh…” He whacks my hand away from him and I fucking pout, even though I know that he can’t see me. Tearing off the blankets from our bodies, even though we’re drowning in complete darkness—with the exception of a small crack in the curtain that the full moon is fighting through—he presses me down onto my stomach with his hand at my lower back. In slow circles, he caresses my ass, until both of his hands cup one cheek.

“Royce.” I wriggle beneath his hand.

With a loud clap, his palm comes down sharply on my left cheek and I flinch with the sting of pain. My blood heats to my cheeks and my thighs twitch together. “No talking, or I’ll gag you.”

I flick my hair over one shoulder and peer at him over the top. I’m blinded by the blanket of the night, but the outline of his muscled shadow gives me enough clue as to where he is over my body. Ready to take what he wants. What he owns. I’m completely at his mercy, only our bodies already know that. They recognize each other.

“But—” His hand dives onto the ground where his Wolf Pack MC bandana is and snaps it near my face, bringing it to my mouth.

“Bite, you’re fucking good at that.” My teeth clench down over the material that’s in my mouth, the tang of cologne and cigarette dancing across my tongue. He ties it roughly around the back of my head. “Wicked turns you on?”

I’m stunned by his question, so my answer sticks to the back of my throat.

Lifting me by my hips until I’m up on all fours, he stretches my legs wide, pressing my face down onto the bed. Slap. Pain radiates over the entrance of my pussy. “Answer the question, Jade. Does he?”

Saliva builds around the edges of my mouth, my brows knitting together in confusion. What the fuck is he doing? He can’t be serious right now.

I shake my head to answer his question.

Slap!

Another sting pelts across the bottom on my vagina, only this time it verges close to the entrance of my asshole. I weep out loudly from the pain. His other hand comes to the back of my neck as he presses me farther into the blankets.

“Cross your fingers together at the back of your head.”

Oh god. I do as I’m told, mainly because I don’t think I want to fuck with this side of him, but another part of me wants to see just how far I can push him. He flicks on the bedside lamp, but it’s dim. Too dim. Offering a soft sepia shade to the room.

“You let go, and you feel this?” Cold metal slides down the crack of my ass and I tense. My muscles cease when I mentally put the picture together of what it is. He continues to slide the blunt side of a knife down my ass crack. Flattening the knife so it’s covering my pussy and my ass, he leans over until his mouth is at the back of my ear. “It’s going to be one of the many ways I show you just how much you don’t know me anymore.” He removes the knife and I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance. “And another thing? You don’t come unless I say you can.”

I wriggle beneath his grip before swallowing him whole. The headboard of the bed crashes against the wall as I glare at him over my shoulder, his eyes on mine. He grins, bringing his hand to his mouth and I watch in fascination as his tongue sneaks out and he licks the palm of his hand, sliding it over my asshole. He continues to pump inside of me in savage thrusts, until I feel his balls slap against my clit and beads of sweat swell over my brow line. He slips his finger into my ass as his cock continues to drive inside of me. My clit throbbing every time I feel the tip of him connect with my cervix. My arms ache from holding on, my knees shaking from holding up my weight. My body is confused with the range of feelings that are speeding around inside of me. With the stabbing of pain that echoes through me at every second pump, comes a wave of pleasure. I want to scream when my body tightens and my muscles tense, wailing quietly while my orgasm holds me hostage, waiting for that final push to shove me over the edge.